Rough day

I don't know why I never considered the possibility of a broken bone in my kid. Because she's a girl, I guess. She climbs like a monkey but holds my hand going down stairs and doesn't attempt anything too daring unassisted.

But alas, I was sitting, having a little chat with another mom (rare!), our girls were playing, and a little slip off a little swing sent us into 7 hours of hospital time over 2 days, with a sleepless night in-between. The hospital visit - for fractures and not breaks, at least - entailed 5 exam rooms or specialists on 3 different floors and standing in the cashier line on at least 4 separate occasions (not including the pharmacy visit). We are tired.

While the process was daunting the docs were good. The kiddo has two casts, one of which allows her thumb and one finger to barely touch, the other doesn't allow her fingers to close at all. Somehow we've got to muddle through a thousand daily tasks that are now quite tricky. And the plane ride for our upcoming vacation. The poor kid says "I do not like these times!"